The Faded Chronicle

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The mud was thick. It sucked at their boots. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard of the Old Hall. The rain fell. It did not stop. The sky was a bruise. Purple. Grey. Dead. Elias held the lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame danced. It was the only warm thing left. Around him, the men waited. They were silent. They were cold. Their faces were hollow masks. The Hall loomed. Stone....

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